Vignette, originally uploaded by Madame Meow.
Chances are, if you stare at something long enough, you will find something.
What those former and latter "somethings" are can depend on the situation, and on who you are as a person.
If you're a regular person, minding your own business, you may give up after a few college-try moments. You may find a few somethings; turn them over in your head; ponder; and then go back to whatever it was you were doing before.
If you are more of a Torquemada type, well… chances are we're all going to get screwed over.
I like looking at other people and I often wonder about their motives. I try not to judge and I try not to be hasty. Trying is the keyword here.
But once you have a taste for blood, it all comes so natural– the obsession and the judging and the hypothesizing are as easy as breathing.
I know this much about myself. It's something with which I have to wrestle; something I have to keep under wraps as if it were a pustulent wound or a festering sore.
But sometimes when I see it in others, it hits me like a sucker punch to the stomach. I can't understand how it can happen, that someone can stare; judge; hastily decide something; make up their mind about someone by just observing a tiny vignette and without knowing the whole.
And then I see myself in that mirror, and I gasp.